Listening To Women Ain't The Fashion In

I Remember That The Single Most Vicious Letter I Ever Read Was The Letter Hemingway Wrote Scribners When They Asked Him To Give A Blurb For From Here To Eternity. It's There, In The Selected Letters For All To Read, An Example Of A Once Great Writer At His Very Worst. I Doubt That He Ever Forgave Scribners For Publishing James Jones In The First Place. War, As Hemingway Saw It, Belonged To Him.

When Augustus Came Out On The Porch The Blue Pigs Were Eating A Rattlesnake—not A Very Big One. It Had Probably Just Been Crawling Around Looking For Shade When It Ran Into The Pigs. They Were Having A Fine Tug-of-war With It, And Its Rattling Days Were Over.

-she Remembered Them Kindly, For There Was A Sweetness In Boys That Didn't Last Long, Once They Became Men.

Call Saw That Everyone Was Looking At Him, The Hands And Cowboys And Townspeople Alike. The Anger Had Drained Out Of Him, Leaving Him Feeling Tired. He Didn't Remember The Fight, Particularly, But People Were Looking At Him As If They Were Stunned. He Felt He Should Make Some Explanation, Though It Seemed To Him A Simple Situation. "i Hate A Man That Talks Rude," He Said. "i Won't Tolerate It.

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.